Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I should take it as another, more serious warning when the words fuck and Daddy from her sweet mouth nearly send me into a frenzy. I rip her nightshirt straight down the middle and spit on her tits. One, two. I spit a third time on her panting mouth, fist my dick and enter her with a grated expletive while she licks my spit up and screams, my mind seeming to expand to an uncomfortable degree, light and color spinning clockwise around me, before narrowing down to her. There’s nothing but her and the perfectly painful squeeze of her pussy, her nails drawing blood on my back and the sound of my snarls as I begin moving in a merciless rut.
The war surrounding me threatens to intrude, but I burrow into the palace in my mind where only she exists and I try to stop it, I try with all my might to keep my pain from rushing toward July, taking out its misery on her, but the pleasure she’s giving me absorbs too much of my focus. The hot stroke of her cunt, her throat, caught mid-swallow in my hand, the velvet softness of her skin against my coarse body, which grinds her down, groaning into her ear, my lower body scooping and slamming into that tiny place I could barely fit my fingers. My balls must be in too much shock to lose the battle with lust, at least not right away and it buys me time to experience the woman beneath me. Her heels digging into the bed, her hips wiggling, wiggling, as if she’s trying to find a comfortable way to receive my girth, the sounds of slapping wetness coming faster, faster, my grunts growing more and more urgent.
I grab the headboard for purchase and hear her hoarse intake of breath.
Was I cutting off her air?
No. No, I wouldn’t do that.
Who could do anything to harm someone so perfect?
“Theo,” she whimpers, her eyes glazed over. “I’m scared.”
My heart almost leaps out of my chest. “I won’t let anything happen to you, baby,” I vow, leaning down to latch our mouths together, my hips never slowing, only picking up the pace, the frame of her bed beginning to bash off the wall. “I’ll protect you forever.”
“Theo!” she screams against my mouth.
“I know. It’s a crime to be so fertile and have nothing to grow.” My drives turn brutal, concentrated, preparing for what my body is about to do, a crack forming in the headboard beneath my hand. Or maybe the earth is shaking from the battle outside. “But I’ve got our baby right here, July. I’ve got that fat come you love so much.”
Our sweat is making it almost too easy to slip up and down her naked body, slicking my path to every pound. At some point I take her wrists in mine and shove them beneath her butt, elevating her hips and angling me to deliver the hot spend that threatens to release at any second. I’m scared. Those words shout at me from an unseen source in the room and I look into her eyes for reassurance, finding them anxious and dazed, her hips working her pussy furiously in my lap, helping my length slam in and out. And she bites me. Bites me enough to leave blood on her lip, her cunt twisting violently around my shaft, her desperate moan filling my head.
“I…I…” she starts, her wetness sluicing around the trunk of my dick, thighs vibrating in a blur. “Oh God, it’s happening!”
“Christ, baby, I’m coming with you,” I manage, before my sperm breaks free and floods July’s breach. I shove deep as possible with a roar, my body convulsing on top of her smaller one, her thighs twitching around me while I break. That’s exactly what I do. I break. I give myself over to the tender mercy of her body and let it heal me, let it pleasure me, my cock jerking inside of her narrow passage over and over and over, making my eyes tear from the pleasure-pain. “Wasn’t that worth coming into battle for, little girl? Came for a load and you left with enough for six, didn’t you?” I drag my cock in and out to stroke out the final drops of seed. “No one comes as hard as I do for you. No one, sweet July.”
Slowly, I come back to myself, my body sated and my heart thundering with love for the woman beneath me. I love her, I love her—
And that love recoils in horror when it sees the bruises around her neck.
The blood on her chin.
Red handprints on her jaw, her throat, her upper arms.
Her hands are still pinned beneath her hips. I’ve been holding her prisoner.
Lifting my gaze, I see the crack in the headboard and it all comes back to me. Her telling me she was scared. How brutally I just fucked her. A virgin. How I took solace from the battle in her body, unfairly. And there was no battle.